Brass Quotes

Brass bands are all very well in their place - outdoors and several miles away.

He is armed without who is innocent within, be this thy screen, and this thy wall of brass.

If you pinch the sea of its liberty, though it be walls of stone or brass, it will beat them down.

It wasn't until I let go of the idea of the brass ring that it showed up, and fortunately for me, it coincided with getting clean.

Quicksilver is used for many purposes; without it, neither silver nor brass can be properly gilt.

Orchestra had a little brass ensemble on two tracks as well, but the rest was me. I knew I couldn't continue in this direction, even if people liked it, because I can only duplicate myself.

I know some actors feel classes are not cool or they create negative public relations, but I continue to crave the story just beyond my reach. To grasp that brass ring I need to continue to fine-tune my talents.

Brass shines as fair to the ignorant as gold to the goldsmiths.

The Indians gave up the land of their own free will, and for it received brass kettles, blankets, guns, shirts, flints, tobacco, rum and many trinkets in which their simple hearts delighted.

Titles of honor are like the impressions on coins, which add no value to gold or silver, but only render brass current.

Mexican Shuffle was a turning point of the Brass.

In 'thinking up' music I usually have some kind of a brass band with wings on it in back of my mind.

Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.

I wrote about people who liked fake fireplaces in their parlor, who thought a brass horse with a clock embedded in its flank was wonderful.

Men admire the man who can organize their wishes and thoughts in stone and wood and steel and brass.

You look like gold. I've been fooled before, but now I know I've made the mistake in the past. But now I, now I know the difference from gold and brass.

Although there was a point with the Tijuana Brass where we were playing for such huge crowds that I kind of lost contact. At one point, the only connection I had with the audience was with people out there lighting cigarettes.

One bites into the brass mouthpiece of his wooden cudgel, and the other blows his cheeks out on a French horn. Do you call that Art?

His locked, lettered, braw brass collar, Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.